Echoes of Hate
Later, she and I would work together to devise some kind of protective measures, barriers, anything to keep the creature from slipping its way back in.
Gambit leaned back in her chair, arms crossed and eyes glinting with something dangerously close to excitement.
“I’ll work on a type of light gun,” she said, voice calm but firm. “Something that can punch through their bullshit, force them to show themselves.” She smirked faintly, though there was no humor in her eyes. “Think of it like an updated version of rock, paper, scissors. Except ours shoots concentrated sunlight.”
It should’ve been funny, but all it did was twist my stomach tighter. We didn’t just have Samuel to worry about anymore.
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